FLORENCE. You were, too much.
LEO. I object theoretically on aesthetic grounds because of the destined fatness of the retired footballer. But I have Elsie's assurance that Metherell's a teetotaller and I trust her to give him a lively enough time to keep him decently thin, so that practically my objection falls to pieces.
AUSTIN. Leo, I didn't expect much help from you, but upon my word your cynicism is disgusting.
LEO. I expect, you know, that's pretty much what grandfather thought of you.
(Enter Elsie and Jack.)
Hullo! are there no taxis?
ELSIE (angry). I think every taxi in the town is outside the ground, but the men are too keen on getting a free sight of the game from the roofs of their cabs to take a fare.
FLORENCE. It's a sporting town, Blackton.
LEO. I should have thought they'd take it as an honour to drive Metherell home.
JACK (bitterly). Not in the Birchester colours.